I look at the clouds;
but, I’m not so sure
that they look back at me;
and, if they did,
when looking down,
what would they think
of my observing them?
Some are shaped like running dogs,
leaping frogs, turning cogs;
most are cloud-shaped,
caped with a variety of smaller clouds
of varying hues,
traversing the skies
of cerulean blues.
Graeme Sandford 
someone’s always watching …
Them? Or me? G:)
Watching the watchers
Spooky! G:)